It was a pleasure thenCould you just be here againTo know what there was to seeWhen all the Sunday peopleWhere so quiet in the darkAfraid to be better the next dayLa la la ...

It was a pleasure thenWhen we could sit and stare againUntil the stars feel through the cloudy treesOnto the grassStars to smile with usUntil they too had tears in their eyesTell us this and tell of how much we must not agree

It was a pleasure thenTo see the dieing days againIn the horror of the nightNever, never, never, never, never, liseKeep it secretFor to hide somewhere at lastAs long as we could seeThe sky confessed this crimeOf futile tasting hate romanceAbove our shattered mindsIt was a pleasure, It was a pleasureLa la la ...